I felt nothing. Not the cold snow against my half naked body or the pain from my bleeding wounds. I saw nothing except for the star studded darkness of the sky. I couldn't help but think I was going to die. I didn't even remember how I'd gotten to this point. I was going to die alone in the cold on New Year's Eve or I at least thought it was New Year's. I could hear people yelling in celebration.
Two arms wrapped around me and I was put on a stretcher and carried into an ambulance. EMTs quickly patched me up as a dark skinned man with an eye patch tried to ask me questions. His words went right through my head. I understood he was talking but his words made no sense to me. Familiar but strange. It was like a brand new language to me.
I woke up in the hospital two weeks later. I was questioned about events and people I didn't know. I was eventually told my name was Cora and I was attacked by a terrorist organization when I was undercover for a government agency called S.H.I.E.L.D. They had lost contact with me several days before I was found on the banks of the Hudson.
After I recovered I was put on leave for five years until they called me back to help reintegrate Captain Steven Rogers to the 21st century. In the five years I was on paid leave I had gotten a degree in Modern History and Literature. They said I was the perfect candidate.
I only wish I knew then that Captain Rogers was in looking after me and not me looking after him.